Balboa High School - Galleon Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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THE BALBOA JOURNAL Balboa's Orchestra HE orchestra was started in August. Some thought we wouldn't start, for there were but few instruments and fewer experienced players, but Mrs. Courvoisier was not dismayed. She selected music and in a short while the orchestra was playing for our rallies and dances, and for the P. T. A., too. Traffic UR High School has organized a trafic squad to direct traiiic and keep order in the halls. Special attention is given during the Hrst and noon periods, thus keeping the halls clean and giving them a quiet, orderly atmosphere. gn 'fat' fl1P framr cnnarl lane nv-A-vnfl fn L- - ..,...-- L..1..L',,1 , ,, . ' . ' 29 Th i

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THE BALBOA JOURNAL The Office Force of Balboa High School TUDENTS who work in the office of Balboa High School are fortunate because the school is new and the office has all of the most modern equipment. They are chosen by meeting the standards of good scholarship, courtesy, honesty, and efficiency. They help to make the office work move smoothly and swiftly. They go on errands, take charge of the attendance lists, and assist the faculty in all possible Ways. In turn, the students receive valuable training in learning office routine and in meeting the public. They consider it a privilege to serve the school in this way and come to feel that they are a part of the school organization. Many of the students Who helped in the office last term are again helping this term. --.sf 28 ya- i

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THE BALBOA JOURNAL Spring HE first signs of Spring! A wee child climbing the hillside, the sun beaming down on her, and the wind blowing wildly. Music seems to fill the air. It is the birds! The child dances as she picks the dainty flowers of Mother Nature's. The child runs here and there, not knowing or caring where. She looks upon the ocean with its high blue, foamy waves dancing in the air. She turns to the blue sky where a large golden orange gleams. The sun! It is the sun! She lingers at a cottage where roses are mingled in the vines of morning-glories. An old man appears and disap- pears within the walls of the house. He is the watchman of these beautiful hills and owner of the rose cottage. She returns to the hill top, and the sun still shines on her dainty, lithe figure. She calls to the birds who roam the sky. They answer her in melodious song. The sun is fading away, the child is slowly walking down the hillside. The sun reaches the ocean brim and is silently sinking below. The child is gone, the fairy, who is a lover of nature, is gone with the end of day. ALICE MCGLADE. BALBOA COLORS Orange and blue, our colors proudly wave, All 'round our hearts, inspire our youth so brave. Gray gulls fly o'er us from the surging sea, Symbol of strength, triumphant victory. CATHERINE L1sToN. -..gf 30 Egg..-